*Lila*
I wake to the sting of snow against my face, every muscle screaming in protest. My costume is soaked, sticking to me, and the cold gnaws through my gloves and boots. If I lay here much longer, I will definitely freeze to death.
Above, trees stretch upward like dark, frozen watchmen. I try focusing, but the white haze and shadowed trunks blur together.
Where in the hell am I?
I try to move, and my body protests in sharp, stabbing pain. My arms feel like lead, and my legs are heavy and uncooperative. A shiver wracks me from toes to scalp, and panic flares. The forest is silent except for the faint whistle of wind through skeletal branches. I’m completely alone.
Slowly, stubbornly, I inch an arm forward, then the other. The snow compresses beneath me as I push onto my hands and
